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Horror fiction that delivers on its promise to scare, startle, frighten and unsettle. These stories are fake, but the shivers down your spine won't be.
"Of Freeing The Lost"
“OF FREEING THE LOST” By CHRIS M RICHARDS I believe I received my calling when I was around the age of ten. I witnessed a kitten being run over by a car. I immediately ran to save it. It was barely alive and in agony. It looked at me with devastation, desperation and had a hope in its eyes that I would help it. This I found difficult to accept so I simply pulled my first pocketknife I had received the previous year as a present for my birthday and cut the kitten’s throat. It began to gush blood out onto the road. The sight to me was beautiful, a bit gross but all glorious as the kitten died. I had freed it of its pain. I did the right thing. Do not tell me you would not have done the same.
By Chris M Richards5 years ago in Horror
The Fungus Among Us
She always felt as though she was a friendly person, outgoing and empathetic. On a daily basis she always tried to help where help was needed; from an open ear listening to the latest baby daddy drama to being the DD to people who didn't invite her to the "awesomest party". She didn't hold grudges, well much anyway, and her friends all thought she was "nice." She had a comfortable life, normal friends and a semi normal HS life. She didn't dress weird, look weird or talk weird. She kept her head below the radar and didn't "rock the boat" per se. She liked normal foods like fast food from "Da Arches" as her best friend Abby calls it. That was their place. They would cut English class fourth period with Creepy Mr. Johnson and go get fries and a Strawberry milk shake and laugh at the "old biddies" with blue hair and crocheting club that always met in the back corner of the dining room every day, something all Upstate South Carolinian women did…promising each other they would "never be like that."
By Heather McCallum5 years ago in Horror
On the Slab
It was just after 3:05 AM on Miguel's graveyard shift at the city's morgue and only a few hours into his shift. He was inspecting a deceased body, a Jane Doe from a car accident that happened earlier that day. In his own world, Mozart plays in his earbuds. THUMP THUMP... Every few minutes he stretched his neck, arms, and hands to try and keep his tiredness at bay. There can only be so many energy drinks a person can drink before the effects no longer work. THUMP THUMP... With his magnifying goggles Miguel was stitching up the woman's pale blue-gray throat that was covered with red raw lasherations. The various organs in metal bowls from the autopsy. THUMP THUMP...
By Oswaldo Gomez Zamora5 years ago in Horror
Episode 4: The Aria of Death
Lady Raven's Mirror Oh, Do I Have a Story for You… Hello, my little ghosts and goblins.You must love the sweet caress of a killer’s touch and relish the thrill of outrunning an age-long curse or else you wouldn’t have found your way to me.I am Lady Raven. The Narrator of the Night. The Weird Writer. The ghouls of my catacombs deliver me uncanny stories that I cannot wait to share with you.If you’re craving sweet release from worlds of sunshine and rainbows, look into my mirror and find a story that will soothe your dark cravings.
By Lady Raven5 years ago in Horror
Eyes
There once was a girl named Agnes who had the prettiest eyes anyone had ever seen. She lived in Briarwood, within the Woodhurst region of Falkirk. Everyone in her village gawked and gasped as she walked about town, clutching the sleeve of her father’s coat for security. She constantly clutches her favorite teddy bear, Theodore. Theodore’s button eyes were missing, and they were going to the toymaker’s shop in the neighboring village of Dewport to get him fixed.
By Arden Elise5 years ago in Horror
